These negative thoughts led to a series of crying myself to sleep and feeling so alone. As selfish as the 11 year old that I was, I wanted the attention of my parents; I wanted the attention I needed, but of course, I also understood that they had to better themselves, that they needed to focus and rebuilt their own lives. Because my family was a complete mess, I had to get a grip of my own life and focus on myself. In all honestly, the first six weeks I just could not do well in school, no matter how hard I tried to pay attention, my family was the only thing I could think and focus on. Until one day, the day I changed my perspective on the situation. I got up that one morning and told myself that I was better than this; I told myself that this pain is also temporary; I told myself that this was not going to change the goals I had for myself. I started staying after school for tutoring, I joined clubs that I would had never joined if I wasn’t going through a hard time, and I joined basketball, which was the activity that helped me out the